Moby's Year in Review

Again, sorry for the long period between posts. The move, Christmas, new girlfriend and general winter wonderland crap means I have a lot to blog about but no time to write. So I'm writing this at work.

As the year end approaches, it's time to sit back, relax, fall asleep and snort yourself awake. After that it's time to look back over the past year and see what was good, what was bad, and what was, well life.

Having read over the last year's blogs, I have come to one conclusion: I am bored a lot. Maybe it's adult onset ADD, maybe it's being thirty something and single but it seems to happen quite a bit. For those of you who continue reading this blog, my profound thanks: your life must be nearly as dull as mine.

However there have been some highlights. The entire first half of 2006 seemed a waste. It wasn't until July that things got interesting. The trip to Toronto, while not garnering me a new job, allowed me to acquaint myself with the cool side of my family. And experience lap-dances. And cottages. All good one and all (did I mention lap-dances?).

Fall saw a return to the groove (or more appropriately the rut). Work frustrations multiplied, friends stood divided, things were added and subtracted and because I want to over-extend this theme, I tried to get to the square root of all things.

December though: if I whinged about being bored for eleven months, December more than made up for it. The move in with my little brother was finally executed (and considering what's been happening over the past weeks, my brother may be executed as well), Christmas meant the yearly frenzy of shopping, hatred of all things festive and spending too much time traveling. And I met Laura. And fell hard for Laura.

The end of the year brought this very unexpected surprise into my life. I have never yet met a woman I felt so completely at ease with. How many women out there are smart, funny, fun, sexy, educated and think I am too! Seriously, three, maybe six? At most?

So yeah, falling hard and fast. Moby is smitten. She knitted me mittens. That's unprecedented. There's a lot of things that have been happening between us that have no precedent for either of us. We're both pretty relationship challenged, so it's like we're sixteen (and I am not looking forward to my next cell-phone bill).

Could be happier only if I won the lottery.

So As I move into 2007 with a new place (and if nothing else my brother will inspire some writing, a murder mystery perhaps?), a great new girlfriend (which sounds odd as she is older than me) a possible new job and a new laptop (coming soon) 2007 will prove to be less boring than 2006. I am a firm believer that "interesting times" is a curse, this year it may not be.

Happy New Year. Maybe for real.

Moving

The move to my brother's place is on Saturday. I've taken Thursday and Friday off to pack. I have alot of crap.

Discounting the huge volume of Lego, I still have alot of crap. Going through just my CDs, DVDs and software took up about 6 hours to get sorted and packed up.

Just finished cleaning out the storage room. Oh, the humanity!

Next up: finish laundry, drop off dry-cleaning and clothing donations, buy more garbage bags, disconnect the modem and cable box, clean up for a date tonight (big smile on my face, and that's the only one I cracked today) drop off and set up cable box and modem at the new place then go on a date.

Tomorrow: pack up clothing and kitchen, finish off living room, collapse in heap. Then the actual move Saturday. Oh and somewhere in there I have to finish my Christmas shopping.

I seem to recall last time I moved I swore to hire movers.

'Tis The Season

To go postal, falalalala-lalalala.....

Oi. Christmas shopping. The time of year where any modicum of intelligence flees from people of all races, creeds and colours. You know what I mean, the drivers are focused on getting to the mall, the shoppers are blind to traffic because they need to find that perfect present, and the malls. My gods, the malls.

This year I tried to organize a rota with my brothers: we would each get a sub-set of the super-sized family, but presents only for those folks and then put all our names on the card. Simple, effective and time saving.

Didn't work: one doesn't want to get gifts for some parts of the extended family, another hates Christmas shopping so much he refuses to leave the house. Meanwhile, it was me who had to go emergency shopping, go to everyone in Calgary who am I related to and pick up their presents and deliver them to the middle of bald ass prairie to give to my mother. She of course traded off her gifts which I intend to distribute to the family in Calgary by the "Come and pick it up your own damn self!" methodology.

Bah. Humbug.

Add to that I'm trying to actually get packed to move on Saturday. The end result would be the aforementioned "postal" thing.

Except...

Her name is Laura and it is kind of scary how well we get along how compatible we seem to be and how much we are into each other so very, very quickly. We've only been on two dates, but there's chemistry, sparks, philosophy and little family health thrown in to boot.

I won't go into the sappy stuff, but it's good sappy stuff. She loves Shakespeare. Those that know me know what kind of effect that has to have. I even went so far as to send her links to the writing site (and there's a new interview here as well). And to here. But I had second thoughts on this one: there's alot of things here that don't paint me in the best light, so I asked her to hold off. And, amazingly, I do trust her to hold off: she's an honest gal, right up front.

So, right now I have to update the resume, finish the bloody Christmas shopping, pack away some stuff so I can talk to Laura again.

Yup, Moby is genuinely smitten. Damn if it isn't a Christmas miracle.

Momentary Pause

Hey All!

As predicted, last weekend's bored state was soon followed by a hellacious week at work. But today may be somewhat of a banner day.

I had an off site meeting that may provide great opportunities for the future (no not Amway).

I had another off site meeting, which was an actual date that may also provide great opportunities for the future (no not a Russian Bride).

Tomorrow I have to start packing, do emergency Christmas shopping and go into work to fix yet another emergency caused by someone else's stupidity. So the "May you live in interesting times" curse continues on.

But tonight, well tonight went ... well.

Wow, I'm Bored

That actually hasn't in quite a while. Well, I was bored out of my skull the first five days after surgery, but that was induced because I was blind. Now I'm actually bored.

This is never good.

It always seems that after a boring day, the following weeks are a constant barrage where I wish I was bored.

That is all. See? Boring.